Chapter 651 Substitute
Grace heard this and instead of getting angry, her smile grew even wider.
"Hey, you say you're not avoiding me, but how did you know I was just with another guy? Have you been spying on me?"
"No," Killer said, looking away.
"No? Then how do you know so much?"
Killer stayed silent.
"Are you avoiding looking at me?" Grace pressed on.
Killer's breathing seemed to falter as Grace moved closer. He felt like his body was no longer his own.
His heartbeat quickened, and before he could say anything, Grace grabbed his arm again. "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Grace pulled Killer into her car and told the driver to head to a bar.
The bar was packed with people. Grace pushed Killer into a private room.
After ordering a bunch of drinks, Grace opened them all and placed them in front of Killer.
She looked at him. "We've met a few times, but I still don't know your name."
Killer stared at her, his gaze cold, but Grace didn't mind.
Their eyes locked until Killer looked away first.
"If you don't want to say, that's fine. Let's drink." Grace poured a drink and handed it to Killer.
Killer finally spoke, "Do you like drinking?"
The last time he saw Grace at a bar, she had gotten herself drunk.
Grace replied, "Not really. I don't drink often."
After all, if she got drunk, there would be no one to take her home.
And she had a child. Even at social events, Grace knew her limits and never drank too much.
Despite saying she didn't drink often, Grace kept pouring herself drinks.
Killer frowned. "You should drink less. I won't take you home, and I'm not a good person. If you get drunk, I might sell you."
"Last time I got drunk, you had a perfect opportunity. Why didn't you sell me then?" Grace countered.
She never took her eyes off him, or rather, her gaze never left Killer.
Killer looked ahead. "Last time was last time."
From any angle, he seemed like her Xavier, but his face...
"Are you sure you're not wearing a disguise?" Grace murmured.
Killer's body tensed, the face under the mask tightening.
"You really look like him."
Grace invited Killer to drink, but ended up getting herself drunk first.
"I'm not a stand-in," Killer said, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.
"I know. Everyone says he's gone, but I believe he wouldn't leave. He promised me we'd be together forever. He said he'd come back. He told me to wait for him."
So, she's been waiting all this time?
Killer looked at Grace. Her usual smile was gone, her eyes filled with tears, and her eyes were red.
She sat there, looking so small and fragile, her usual strength shattered. Her figure was heart-wrenching.
Killer wondered what kind of man could make Grace love him so deeply. How exceptional or handsome must he have been?
Grace surely had no shortage of quality men around her, men with looks, bodies, or power.
And it was just one man. There were plenty of men in the world. Why trap herself in the past for one?
But seeing Grace like this, the pain in his heart intensified.
His hand moved, as if wanting to hold her.
By the time Killer realized, his hand was almost on Grace's shoulder.
He stopped himself, but Grace didn't notice. She picked up her glass, downed it, and poured herself another.
She also poured some for Killer. She looked up, her red eyes fixed on him. "What about you? Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No." Killer quietly withdrew his hand.
"No? That's good. We're friends now, so if you need anything, you can come to me. I'm Grace Lewis. I'm often in Vesperia. Judging by your looks, are you from Vesperia or mixed? Your Vesperian is so good."
Grace thought his voice was also very similar to Xavier's.
So similar it made her feel dazed.
"I never said we were friends," Killer said flatly.
He didn't need friends. He didn't have friends.
And this Grace might have an ulterior motive for approaching him.
Killer said, "You should give up. Tell Dorian to stop trying these tricks."
Grace was puzzled. "I don't know what you and Mr. Astor have going on."
"Stop pretending. Didn't he send you to get close to me?"
Grace was stunned. She didn't expect him to think that.
Dorian hadn't told her anything, just to stay away from him. She knew nothing else.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but meeting you has nothing to do with Dorian. But I am curious, what secret do you two have? He knows people in politics, and you don't look like a politician."
Killer fell silent again, as if trying to discern the truth in Grace's words.
She seemed so natural, not like she was lying. If she was pretending, she was doing a great job.
"So, you thought I was deliberately approaching you, which is why you were so cold? Now that you know my motive isn't that, can you..."
"What is your motive then?"
Grace took another sip. "A stand-in. You look so much like him, don't you?"
She reached out, hooking Killer's chin, examining his face. Apart from the face, he was identical.
"I told you, I'm not a stand-in." Killer pushed her hand away. "And don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" Grace didn't even know what kind of look she had.
Killer downed his drink. What kind of look? The look that saw someone else through him.
A look filled with longing and admiration, but never truly seeing him.
No matter what Grace's motive was, he didn't have time to play her games.
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